The river

Between the barking tree
and the skulking sea
rolls a reckless river
from mouth to liver

As the body bleaches
a shaking hand reaches
for phantoms and faces
or familiar places

Soon disappears the rack
as everything soon turns black
and all that’s left is a shiver –
another life lost to the river

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